What happens in Vegas is likely not all that good of a time.

Wait… what? I mean seriously, Vegas is gorgeous right now. The weather is hovering in the nineties and it truly feels like fall. But people stop coming when the weather turns nice? That makes no sense whatever. But then, what about Vegas does?

And yes, the foosball tourney has a cash prize of $100,000.00 You read that right. You can win a hundred grand playing foosball.

Only in Vegas, baby, only in Vegas.

No, today is a nice slow day here in Vegas. Which leads me to a letter to the editor appearing in the Arizona Republic. This one was a response to the last one I linked here about how horrible Vegas is.

This one ponders, “If Vegas is so horrible, why can’t Phoenix bring people to itself as a major tourist attraction?” I would answer that question with this: people come to Vegas because Vegas bids them come.

People don’t come to Vegas because the hotels are nicer than anywhere in America. They don’t come to Vegas because the food is better than anywhere in America. They don’t come to Vegas to gamble. They don’t come to Vegas to whore it up. They don’t come to Vegas for strip clubs. All of these things can be had around the nation in much better climates. No, people come to Vegas because Vegas builds an atmosphere and maintains it at a heavy cost. Vegas is a city of perception engineering. We are the best cheapest imitation in the world and our goal is to bombard you with so many smoke and mirror acts that from the time you arrive to the time you leave you scarcely know what’s what.

But you’re pretty sure you enjoyed it. The money quote from this letter to the editor?

Waste Dump Of Debauchery

Vegas is, in a lot of ways, a fetid compost heap of humanity. It’s all the worst things in the world piled into a single spot and allowed to ferment.

But, that said, it’s also home. To almost two million folks. And the vast majority of them have nothing whatsoever to do with all the reeking garbage. Vegas is simply a distorted reflection of America. You can recognize America in it, sure, but it blows up the worst parts. It takes MTV and makes it into a red swollen blister on the upper lip of the face of culture.

And again, that said, it’s also home. And this city can be something greater than itself.

In other news, PETA is protesting fur by sending out naked chicks. I think all this does is garner awareness of naked chicks. If you really want to be anti-fur, how about you send some horribly ugly or disfigured guys and girls to dance around naked. That would likely get you more attention and, maybe if you solicited donations, get people to make you stop.

Now, I remember when I first heard about it I was thinking, “Awesome! A light rail system that runs to and fro throughout the city making transit efficient, cheap and easy.” And then I found out it runs like three blocks around the strip. Hurray.

So yeah, apparently I’m not the only one who thinks it sucks.

Oh and O.J. got arrested. I’m sure the gloves won’t fit.

No, O.J. is never guilty of a crime. Besides that, there was a conspicuous lack of blood at the crime scene. And, well, that kind of rules him out.

It’s good to know he’s here in town, though, and that he’s not going anywhere.